A man in a house with his brother said to him:
“Either you go and I will stay, or I will go and you stay. Which will it be?”
“No, which can it be,” corrected the other.
“No,” replied the man, “There is no such thing as a correction in life, now answer my question.”
There is a horse that seems not to fit a cart, or else the cart does not match the horse, and there is a roadway that the horse seems not to follow, and when it does not follow this road, a man is said to be lost and asleep. The roadway is the mind. (Oh, so too is the horse and cart.)
Making a mistake should not give a man any more pleasure than does being correct. If you are not immune to the routine bullshit of life you are a part thereof. A man who knows-what-is-going-on is not right, nor is he ever wrong – he just knows what’s going on, that’s all.
In a real man, neither right or wrong prevails; neither good nor evil, neither truth nor error. In a real man, nothing prevails, which is what allows him to be real.
Adding-to life is not how you come to understanding. Doing so takes you further there from. Only the blind believe that something is missing.
J.